It’s Brighter Than Sunshine

August 21st, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

Love burns brighter than sunshine
Brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, I don’t care.

Brighter Than Sunshine – Aqualung

Today was a very tiring day, I was up at 7.30 (despite having only 4 hours of sleep the night before), and the day began from there. Went to class (8.30 am – Gender, Globalisation, and Cultural Politics), and it was COLD! Had an interesting session this time. We talked about globalisation and globalism, and we got to listen to multiple point-of-views from people all over, since my class was full of people from everywhere.

We had a new lecturer, since the previous one was ill, and we had to introduce ourselves to the class. I’m still amazed at people who are shy at talking in class. I mean, come on, you come all the way here, and you keep quiet like some monk in meditation? Sad to say, most of the quiet ones were asians (Malaysians and Singaporeans), and some were even in their final year of studying. All that time you spent here, you don’t talk ke? :S

Anyway, after class I went to Kardi with Dinesh to get some more supplies for today’s Murdoch Malaysian Association’s AGM. Later in the day, I ran around with Aaron, buying more food for the AGM, since we were afraid there wasn’t going to be enough for everyone. We had quite a spread, actually: roti canai and dahl/kari/whatever, chicken rice, pizza, teh tarik, and the usual plethora of other tidbits and stuff. The event started at about 6ish, and ended at around 9. In the end, it was a good event, the turnout rate was very pleasing, and we got to know a lot of new people.





After the AGM, we went to Northbridge to do some unwinding, and ended up at Pot Black, where the rest played games while I watched through a dreamy haze, since I was pretty much tired. Came home at around 11, and yeah. Here I am. And I’m going to bed soon. I really need to sort out my sleeping pattern. The body clock is pretty much fucked.

And They’re All Made of Ticky Tacky, And They All Look Just the Same

April 10th, 2010 § 2 comments § permalink

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same.

Little Boxes – Malvina Reynolds

So today we went and had our catamaran sailing trip. The turnout was so so, but we had fun, which was the important bit. Even had a jellyfish plopped on my hand whilst we were in the water. This post has a few photos, so if you’re running on sucky internet, well.. sucks for you.

The boats, hey

Dinesh (left) and I pulling in the boats

How many people does it take to start a barbecue?

Some of the others

On the phone with Razeen

We tossed our president into the river.

If the captions were plain, well then I suppose they were. I can’t be bothered really to think of anything aside from the obvious. Anyway, this trip was a much needed get away from the village, simply because I’ve been cooped in the village with little to do, aside from my mission of looking for a stamp pad, which is proving to be more difficult than anticipated (or constipated, whichever you prefer). Ayah if you’re reading this, I’m posting the stuff back on Monday, will probably give you a call.

On a random note, it took 1001 days of blogspot before I decided to change to WP

And with that, we’re all made of ticky tacky and we all look just the same.